Chapter 15 The Hayfield Speaks of a Good Year

The water is creaked high by a waterwheel and then flows down a narrow channel into the fields.

This is the last irrigation before winter arrives, and the purpose is to kill the pests in the land.

In agriculture, every irrigation and every cultivation is actually very reasonable, and there is only one purpose, which is to increase the yield of crops.

The water in the canal was clogged with some dead branches and leaves, and Yun Lang squatted down to cut the blockage and let the water flow well and continue to flow into the distance.

Standing on this field, Yun Lang's heart will always calm down as quickly as possible, which is a common disease of the Chinese, as long as he stands on his own territory, he will be the king.

The trees on the Mausoleum of the First Emperor are always not growing because of the blockage of the earth's veins, and there is a very large mausoleum underneath, and the water vapor cannot come up, so the trees cannot be rooted in the depths of the leylines.

This is problematic, because such a huge hill with low shrubs is a bit out of place with the surrounding landscape.

Yun Lang was looking at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and the tiger was also looking at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor from afar, and that hill was as kind as home to this person and a tiger.

The hairy boy came from a distance humming a melodious tune with a shovel, and the two squirrels were scurrying around on him, and he didn't care, he thought of himself as the two pine trees in front of his house.

The young man has grown into a sturdy young man after two years of not seeing him, and even in the cold wind, he still leaves his clothes open, not caring about the cold in front of him.

Seeing Yunlang and the tiger standing on a meadow looking at the distant mountains, the hairy boy naturally stopped and guarded his master, and the squirrel lying on his shoulder had already fallen into his arms.

"You've got a little friend who died."

Yun Lang said in a low voice.

"The dog is not dead, I saw him when I went to Yanglingyi to get grain."

"You don't have anything else in mind?"

"No, although my wife is not a good person, she likes to chew the root of people's tongues, and she has no self-knowledge, and she likes to take advantage of others, if I am not by her side, she will be bullied to death by other mothers-in-law, besides, my little sister has just entered the inner house, and I can't rest assured."

Yun Lang nodded and said, "There is actually nothing wrong with growing crops. ”

Mao Zi smiled: "I like to grow crops, I don't like to be an official and I can't be an official." ”

Yun Lang smiled: "Actually, I'm not suitable to be an official. ”

The hairy boy grabbed a handful of hay and twisted it into a brush to brush off the grass mustard on the tiger's body and said, "If it was all croppers, there wouldn't be so much trouble." ”

Yun Lang nodded, what the hairy boy said is very right, it makes sense, the problem is that there are always people who hate to be a farmer and hate to live a life facing the loess with their backs to the sky.

"We don't have enough land to plant."

The hairy boy sat very peasantly on the meadow, crossed his legs and gave advice to his master.

"In the early days, the grain grown by our family was always enough for us to eat for two years, and since the year before, it was just enough to eat, and now, there are 12 more families in the family, and the food for next year will not be enough."

"Do you think there are too many mulberry trees in your house?"

"Yes, Grandma Liu can't wait to replant all the family's grain fields on mulberry trees, and I have already quarreled with her once before the head of the family comes back.

Making money is important, and eating enough is even more important, I think Liu Po has been carried away by the income of silk in recent years, always thinking about making money, and there is nothing else in her head. ”

Yun Lang also found a place with dense hay to sit down, and when he saw that the tiger wanted to lie down, he slapped it on the belly and forbade it to lie down.

"The most fertile fields in the family should be used to experiment with new grains, the inferior fertile fields should be used to grow crops, the second class land should be used to grow rapeseed, and the last remaining land can be used to grow mulberry hemp, which is stipulated by the imperial court and is also the strategy of our family, which will not change.

There will be mulberry fields that Liu Po wants, and there will be grain fields you want. ”

When the hairy boy saw that the head of the family confirmed his proposition, he said happily: "That's good, that's good, the grain land will never be less, and the family must have two years of grain storage, so that I, the grain manager, will not panic." ”

Yun Lang smiled and continued to harass the tiger, and said proudly: "After the summer harvest next year, we will plant Chinese cabbage in the field, this is the first time that the Yun clan is famous for being good at planting, you have to be prepared from now on." ”

Mao Zi scratched his head and said: "Cabbage is a high yield, but this thing also consumes land, it seems that in the spring of next year, the field will have to double the fertilizer, so that we don't have much strength to open up the wasteland." ”

Yun Lang crushed a piece of soil, carefully threw it into the field and said with a smile: "The Yun family's farming is naturally different from others, and our family is ready to cultivate intensively." ”

The hairy boy looked at the head of the house strangely and said: "Our family diverts water to irrigate the seedlings, although the fields in high places, there are more than three loads of income per acre, what kind of high law does the head of the family have?" ”

Yun Lang said with a smile: "We can also continue to dig the yield, recently read a book called "Huainan Honglie", there is a book called "Master Training" said: "One person ploughs the plant, but ten acres." Nakata's harvest, the harvest of death, is only forty stones.

In other words, one acre of Zhongtian in Huainan Country produces four quintals, which is ...... higher than our family."

Mao Xiao didn't wait for Yun Lang to finish his words and categorically denied: "This is impossible, even if it is the royal fertile field of Shanglinyuan, one mu can not be harvested more than two loads, and ordinary dry land, one load of one year old is already a good year."

Our family from the selection, breeding, fertilization, irrigation, insect catching, can be called the ultimate, but also the support of animal husbandry fertilizer, there are more than three loads of production, no matter the head of the family from the book to see this sentence, the small one thinks it is nonsense.

Even if it's not nonsense, it must be a small number of acres that can produce these grains, and it is impossible to produce so much grain in the fields! ”

Yun Lang was very satisfied with the hairy child's answer, a mud-legged man dared to question the "Huainan Zi" jointly written by the King of Huainan and Huainan celebrities, which made him not happy, at least, in the Yun family, except for what he saw with his own eyes, no one believed in any bullshit celebrities.

Yunlang has planted the land, whether it is in Chang'an or in the surrendered city, he is doing the work of farming.

Chang'an dry field is one acre and eight buckets, paddy field is two quintals and one quintal, and the dry field of the city is one acre and one quintal two, and the paddy field is two quintals and six buckets. This is a constant.

But with such an output, it tasted bad in the mouths of the scholars.

Chao Cuo replied: "Today, the farmer is a family of five, and there are only two authors, and no more than 100 acres can be cultivated. The harvest of 100 acres is only 300 stones. ”

A family of five harvests more than 18,000 catties of grain a year, excluding taxes, there are still 15,000 catties left, and an average of 3,000 catties of grain per person.

Taizhou Sima Zhuang Xiong said: "The people of Linjin are willing to wear Luo, to irrigate more than 10,000 hectares of brine land east of Chongquan, which can make ten stones per mu ......"

The Confucian scholar Jia Rang said: "If there is canal irrigation, the salt brine is wet, filled with silt and fertilizer, so planting wheat is more rice." Takada five times, Shimoda ten times ......"

That's it, Yun Lang also deliberately converted the mu yield that these people said into a small load of sixty-two catties, if it were based on the law of the Han Dynasty, thirty catties for one pound and four pounds for one load, the people of the Han Dynasty would have been well-off long ago.

The tiger wanted to run several times, but Yun Lang grabbed his tail and was not allowed to go, so he had to stand beside Yun Lang and yawn impatiently.

"Those people's statements may be a bit generalized, but ah, they are right in one thing, one acre of wheat can indeed produce six hundred catties of grain, (one acre of land here is seventy percent of the modern acre of land) and as I have seen with my own eyes, it is not a very small number of fields as you say, but thousands of fields, and the output is this number."

Yun Lang remembered that he had gone to the Guanzhong Plain to see thousands of acres of fertile land, at that time, after the harvester walked by, the proud farmer grabbed a handful of wheat and came to Yun Lang's nose and said happily: "Look clearly, one acre of land has beaten 900 catties of wheat!" ”

Yun Lang remembers the joy of this harvest very clearly......

Mao Zi wanted to speak and stopped, it was obvious that he didn't believe in the master's words, but because of the master's majesty, it was difficult to say it directly.

Yun Lang smiled at the hairy boy with a mouthful of white teeth: "That's in a dream......"

The hairy boy breathed a long sigh of relief, he felt that his master had not gone crazy yet, but he quickly listened to his master's continuation.

"My dreams are usually accurate, let's move towards this goal!"

The hairy boy opened his mouth wide and screamed, he didn't even want a shovel, and ran all the way back to Zhuangzi.

(I have read a lot of historical data, among them, the number of mu yield in the Han Dynasty is the most disputed, some say that the general mu yield is 286 catties, some say 135 catties, and some say 1028 catties, which makes people unable to accurately measure, only the benevolent and the wise can see the wisdom.) ）